• Restoring Our 1890 Victorian •

The acquisition troll is on her hamster wheel… churning away, wearing an 80’s style sweatband and leg warmers.

She was the one who suggested I go back, alone– the day after the auction previews, to two, separate auctions… and drive back and forth between the two in order to bid on items of questionable value… then run glassy-eyed to my car and drive back to the other auction while psychically-willing them to not have begun bidding on my next thing.

Paul thought that doing this once would cure me forever. But I guess he does not know me at all.

As punishment for allowing someone else to walk away with my heart’s desire, I must now go to all auctions, at all times, regardless of whether I even WANT to… it feels like a vendetta. Against myself.

I told Paul that I will now approach auctions like a military assignment; there will be no excuses for poor performance.

Paul said – I will mark the calendar: three months, bankruptcy.
I said – I doubt it will take that long.

I posted this on facebook… but I needed it to live on permanently in a blog post.